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Quin glanced over at Léof. “It was a close call,” he said. “Athanar doesn’t get worked up over nothing. I wouldn’t say it’s over quite yet. They’re still talking in there, after all. What if Faramund gets mad and comes storming out here ready to fight?” He looked back towards the door to the hall.
“Chances are, there will be no actual fighting,” he went on. “That’s really why we were all told to get together, so there wouldn’t be any. Faramund won’t attack us if we’re all in a group and no one’s causing trouble. It’s like taking temptation away from him not to have one or two men walking around making fools of themselves. Wait…” A horrible thought shot through his mind. His eyes grew wide for an instant and he looked quickly about.
“Léof, lord Athanar’s sons rode with us, did they not? Have you seen them?”
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